So the narcissist wrote a movie in which he could watch a younger man say what he’d say, do what he’d do. Surrounded by young, beautiful women, casting them in his films so that he can mind-f-ck them with his handwritten notes…all in the name of his art. Because the art, it just has to come out, according to Kristen Stewart:

Woody’s compulsion then is to keep art-ing his own fantasies to the point where they’ve become the same story.

The truly enlightened are supposed to be able to separate art from life. Or something. I am not truly enlightened. Or even fraudulently enlightened. So I’m not sure how I’ll be able to enjoy this film at face value.

I love Kristen Stewart’s all-white Cannes 2016 debut. So much better than the MET Gala. All of it – makeup, hair, fit, everything. As for Blake Lively…